I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9283 | 2022-10-03 16:39:04 | 125.97 | 97% |
| 8597 | 2022-09-12 14:28:36 | 121.68 | 97% |
| 6709 | 2022-03-01 15:09:19 | 104.67 | 97% |
| 1968 | 2021-11-19 13:22:17 | 109.86 | 97% |
| 1086 | 2021-11-08 10:39:23 | 111.26 | 99% |